Turtle
He/They
💮I will be writing mostly for male and ftm reader.
💮Sfw only
Will possibly take request mostly for Ateez and Stray kids. Not guaranteed to complete them
*Disclaimer: Not the best and still new to writing*
synopsis : it's been a while since you and mingyu made it official. now, he's eager to take a new step with you.
content : 4.8k words, male reader, fluff/smut 18+!!, baby/babe petnames, power bottom reader, first time together, handjob (gyu doesn't last long lmao), oral, face fucking, lots of praise, consent checks, fingering, a little chest play, anal, mating press, aftercare, written w/o the use of condoms but safe sex is implied at the beginning
note : alright, i only went through this once to edit it so sorry if i missed anything. but anyways i basically always post fluff so enjoy the smut!! idk when it'll happen again!!!!
minors go away pls,, im serious lmao
part one
mingyu stared at you from across the table. his cheek was propped up against his hand and his back was slouched. he watched your eyes in fascination. they were locked on your laptop screen, darting here and there while your hands typed away. your eyebrows kept furrowing again and again, which mingyu found amusing to watch.
the two of you had taken things pretty slowly with your new relationship. being friends first, it took some time to get used to things and relearn how you fit together. if you were honest, you couldn't believe you hadn't seen mingyu's feelings for you sooner. his continued patience and understanding made you realize just how invested he was in you.
"i gotta get going soon. i have a lecture to get to," you finally broke the peaceful silence.
mingyu nodded, hiding the small frown on his lips. he knew you'd have to go eventually.
"okay, that's fine," he replied. "could i come over tonight?"
you finally looked up from your computer to see mingyu gazing at you with hope flickering in his eyes.
"sure, yeah. i didn't have any plans so that sounds great. we can watch a movie or play games or something if you want."
mingyu nodded and looked down at his hands.
"..well, i meant could i stay the night?" he clarified. you watched him play with his fingers, a shy smile on his lips. you quietly laughed to yourself. he was too cute.
"are you asking me if we can have sex tonight?"
mingyu's eyes went wide. he looked around to make sure no one in the coffee shop heard you.
"don't say it so carelessly!"
you chuckled again, "you're the one who brought it up!"
"yeah, but i was trying to be subtle," he whispered as he tried to hide his own laughter.
"mingyu, we've literally already talked about sex. and we already went to the doctor together."
"well, yeah, but it hasn't happened yet.. we only talked about being safe and.. about what we like," he said bashfully, "and i didn't wanna make you uncomfortable if it's not the right time yet."
you looked back at your computer, blushing.
"..why are you so sweet?" you muttered. mingyu's smile grew as he watched the pink tint on your cheeks darken.
"i really don't mind waiting. i just wanted to ask y-"
"babe," you stopped him. "i'll see you at my place tonight."
you didn't think you'd ever seen mingyu smile so big. his pretty canines showed before he looked down at his hands again.
you started to pack your things and stand up with your bag over your shoulder. you leaned over him and gave him a quick kiss.
"text me whatever time works for you?" he asked as you began to part from him.
"i will. see you later, gyu."
an eager smile curved on mingyu's lips as he walked to your front door. he could feel his steps speeding up involuntarily, excited by just the thought of seeing you.
he knocked a couple times on your door, but it remained closed, and he couldn't hear any movement from inside either. he double checked the time. it was around eight o'clock - the time you had agreed on in your texts.
confused and a little worried even, mingyu let himself into your place instead of waiting. he figured it would be unlocked - you were terrible at remembering to lock it.
"y/n?" mingyu called softly. still nothing. he frowned and walked further in search of you.
"y/nnnn.." mingyu stopped when he got to your bedroom. your room was dark, but still lowly lit with a few candles you had placed around. he smiled when he finally saw you curled up on your bed, sleeping in the hoodie that he left last time.
"dummy. why didn't you get under the covers," mingyu mumbled. he was about to get a spare blanket, but stopped when you started to stir and your eyes opened drowsily.
"oh, hi baby," you greeted quietly upon seeing him. mingyu grinned at you, moving to sit on the other side of the bed. "sorry, i drifted off after i took a shower earlier," you explained.
mingyu just shook his head at the apology. he got settled beside you, sitting and just staring at you with a smitten smile. he looked at the hoodie that draped over your shoulders and torso, then the thin shorts that laid underneath.
"looks good on you," he complimented as he tugged on the bottom of the hoodie. his hand slowly let go and trailed down to your thigh instead, mesmerized by you.
he watched you then stand up to stretch a bit after your accidental nap. you stretched your arms up and stood on your tip-toes, letting out a quiet groan. mingyu couldn't look away. the hoodie lifted just over your lower stomach and your leg muscles flexed.
"god," mingyu muttered, "you drive me crazy.." he was sure his ears were completely red by now, and he could feel some heat begin to rush toward his crotch. he felt pathetically desperate.
"what?" you asked while letting your arms fall back to your sides. you were still a little out of it, sleepy and cloudy eyed. mingyu flopped down onto the pillows with a heavy sigh.
"i'm just.. really into you."
you smiled and got back on the bed, climbing onto mingyu's lap to straddle him. his head instantly jerked up as his eyes went wide.
"good thing i'm your boyfriend then, huh?" you teased, sifting your hands through his hair. mingyu could only nod and look up at you.
you could tell from the way his mouth drifted open just the slightest bit that he was dying for a kiss. the look in his eyes was growing more impatient by the second. you slowly leaned down, your torsos pressing against each other, and let your lips hover over his. you stayed in place for a minute to enjoy the view of your boyfriend underneath you. before your lips could touch at all, you sat back up straight on his lap. mingyu groaned helplessly.
"y/nnn.." he complained.
"hm?"
mingyu let out a huff of air and stared at the ceiling.
"what is it, baby?"
"..i don't know how much longer i can stay like this," he admitted. he continued to stare at the ceiling to avoid your eyes.
a small smirk formed on your face as you started moving your hips against his. you went slow, watching mingyu's face change in pleasure. his own hips lifted upwards just the tiniest bit in an embarrassing need for more. his hands shifted from your thighs to your backside, trying to urge you to move faster.
"better?" you asked.
"mm.." mingyu didn't know if he meant yes or no, he could barely form words in his head let alone out loud.
you looked down at his grey sweatpants and moved a little faster. seeing his erection fighting against the fabric of his pants made your mind foggy.
mingyu let out a quiet moan when your hands slid beneath his t-shirt and gently moved along his chest. your hands were a little cold, it made his stomach tense up and his mouth fall open a bit more. when your fingers barely missed his nipples, the faintest whimper escaped his lips. you smiled at the reaction.
"sorry, gyu. you're just really cute all worked up like this."
mingyu tried to ignore the blush creeping up on his cheeks again.
"..keep going, please."
you smiled at the breathy words you finally got out of him. your hips were moving faster with his now, grinding against each other at a matched speed. mingyu's gaze kept going to you, watching almost in awe. seeing the tent in your shorts was getting him all the more worked up.
your hands soon traveled back down his chest and waist before settling firmly on his clothed cock. mingyu felt his heart skip a beat, meeting your eyes again.
"can i?" you asked. mingyu instantly nodded, causing you to pull the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers down. you took his wet length in your hand and started stroking. he finally gave up and let his head completely fall back onto his pillow, mouth agape and letting all his softest sounds out. maybe he'd been waiting for this longer than he realized.
"just like that.." mingyu's voice was quiet. he shut his eyes as he breathed heavily and enjoyed the attention he was getting. before he knew it, he was thrusting into your hand, losing the embarrassment he'd felt earlier.
you could tell mingyu was close already. from the way his eyebrows furrowed, to the way his fingers curled tightly around the hemline of your shorts, to the way his dick twitched and throbbed as you kept pumping him faster. you found it cute how quickly he could get off when it was you handling him.
"almost there, baby?" you asked, watching some of his pre slide down your fingers.
"g-god, yes..!"
you worked your hand faster around him, bringing your other hand down to fondle his balls. you leaned over him again to finally give him the kiss he'd been wanting. your lips moved sloppily, both of you still focused on the handjob you were giving.
you then pulled away from his mouth and looked down at him with a drunken smile.
"gonna be a good boy and cum for me?"
it was over for mingyu the second he heard those words leave your mouth. he wasn't even able to utter some kind of verbal answer. his back arched and he let out a loud moan as ropes of cum shot onto his stomach, some dribbling down your hands.
you watched mingyu's stomach rise and fall with his unsteady breathing. his groans died down with his high before your hand finally came to a stop. mingyu couldn't speak, he could only close his eyes and try to catch his breath. you smiled proudly while you unmounted his legs and watched the cum seep into his white t-shirt.
"sorry i should've taken your shirt off, gyu."
mingyu shook his head while sitting up. "it's just a shirt," he replied as he smiled and took your face in his hands, kissing you deeply.
"i can't stop smiling," he whispered, his beaming smile forcing him to stop kissing you. "still wanna keep going?"
you nodded and resumed kissing in what became a messy make-out. mingyu shakily began discarding his sweatpants and boxers, followed by his your hoodie. your hands traveled to his waist and under his shirt again before taking it off completely. he got chills as he felt you pull the shirt over his head, and then admire his tanned skin and perfect muscles.
"you're so pretty, baby," you complimented. you kneeled in between his legs as he sat on your bed. he looked up at you with blushing cheeks while your hands went through his wavy locks.
mingyu's hands caressed your legs, the two of you just gazing at each other in content. his hands ran up and down your thighs again before sneaking up your shorts. his brows twitched upwards in intrigue when he realized you weren't wearing anything underneath the thin piece of clothing.
"no underwear?"
you shook your head, "i figured it'd just slow us down."
mingyu laughed quietly at that response. you certainly weren't wrong. he slid your shorts down and finally laid eyes on your naked form. you continued to look down at him until noticing his longing stare at your half hard length.
"what is it, gyu?"
mingyu swallowed hard. he looked up at you with eyes you'd never seen from him.
"can i suck you?"
your dick immediately jumped at such a question. you mumbled some inaudible curse word and nodded, watching your boyfriend's attention go right back to your cock as he began to stroke you slowly.
you let out small sighs and moans as you watched him become entranced in what he was doing. before long, his mouth hovered over your cock as he looked up at you, as if asking for permission again.
"go ahead, baby."
mingyu smiled before taking you in his mouth. he didn't start slow either. he took as much of you down his throat as he could, tongue massaging your skin.
"fuck-!" you felt your body take a screenshot. your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as you knelt in front of him.
you had never seen mingyu like this before. his attention was completely fixed on pleasing you. his eyelids looked heavy and he seemed to just keep moving his head faster. before you knew it, you could hear the wet sounds of his mouth and see some saliva slide down his chin.
"holy shit, mingyu," you moaned as your mouth fell agape. you could feel your hips start to snap forward, but you stopped yourself. you pushed mingyu's hair back, bringing him to look up at you again as he deep throated you.
"fuck, that's good.." your head fell back as you closed your eyes and let him work you. all his pretty, muffled moans paired with the lewd sounds of his mouth on your drenched cock would sooner than later be enough to break you.
mingyu pulled off of your dick after another second. his eyes drooped closed as he sat back and tried to breathe.
"you okay, baby?"
mingyu nodded, "just need a second."
"okay, take your time," you comforted.
you decided to take a rest as well. despite mingyu's otherworldly blowjob, your knees were starting to kill you from kneeling in the same spot. you moved to sit on the edge of your bed and propped yourself up with your hands. your cock still stood tall, glistening with mingyu's saliva.
after a minute, you felt mingyu's weight shift on the mattress. you turned to see him getting off of your bed and instead get in front of you on the floor. he gave you a mischievous smile and leveled himself with your crotch.
"babe," mingyu started, "you know you can fuck my face right?" he smiled again when your dick twitched at the question. he slowly started to take you in his mouth again, all while keeping intense eye contact with you.
"..are you sure?" you asked. mingyu nodded, taking you deeper.
"shit." you tangled your hands in his hair again and watched your cock disappear into his mouth. "just tap out if it becomes too much, okay?"
mingyu only moaned in response. he closed his eyes as you began to thrust into him. if you were honest, you were afraid of hurting him, but he seemed perfectly fine. excited even. you looked down at him with cloudy eyes and mouth fallen open yet again. the bed started to move and creak quietly as your thrusts quickened. you tightened your grip on his hair and let out a loud moan at the feeling of your cock hitting the back of his throat.
"fuck, you're taking me so well, gyu.." you were getting way too close, and you knew he could feel it. you pulled out of his mouth and let go of his hair while giving him a soft smile. mingyu didn't waste any time though. his hand instantly went to your leaking cock and started pumping you.
you fell back a bit onto the mattress, eyebrows knitting together and hips bucking up into his hand. you came with a loud groan and a yell of his name. you couldn't bother to worry about where your cum landed, you just let your boyfriend finish you off.
mingyu stood up with a proud smile and hovered over your laying body, giving you a short kiss. he then went off to your bathroom and came back with a wet rag to clean both of yourselves up.
"babe," you called softly. mingyu met your eyes as he wiped your body down.
"hm?"
"if i had known you could suck dick like that.."
mingyu chuckled. "what? you would've locked it in with me years ago?"
you laughed and nodded. mingyu couldn't help but blush. he stood in front of you and began wiping himself down from earlier. you watched him in intrigue. he was just so perfect. when he finally looked up and caught you staring, he instantly looked away with an embarrassed smile.
"stop looking at me," he mumbled. you could've sworn you heard a faint giggle leave his lips.
"okay, sorry babygirl," you responded sarcastically.
mingyu rolled his eyes at the nickname. he turned away from you completely to hide his flustered state.
"babe, you literally just let me fuck your face. but now you get all shy when all i'm doing is looking at you?"
mingyu finally turned back to give you a side eye. he huffed dramatically and set the rag down before joining you back on your bed, laying beside you.
"and it might be your first and last from me if you're not careful."
you laughed before pressing your lips into a thin line, showing him they were 'zipped'. mingyu nodded in approval.
"in all seriousness," you began again, "that really was amazing. i'm sorry it took us so long to do this kind of stuff. i just.. i like going slow."
mingyu shook his head, "don't apologize. i'd wait even longer for you. i want you to feel comfortable with me.. and safe with me."
you rolled over a little to face him better. your hand reached over to cup his cheek, thumb grazing over his skin. his eyes were locked on yours as his lips stretched into another idiotic smile.
"i've never known a man like you, gyu."
mingyu felt every part of him tingle. he leaned in to connect your lips again. your kisses started off slow and soft, as if pouring out every emotion you had for each other. but each kiss got more intense and sensual. he slowly climbed on top of you as your tongues met messily.
as he hovered over you, you realized he looked even bigger and broader this way. his arms flexed and his hair fell out of place, his pretty skin glistened with the finest layer of sweat, and his knee settling in between your legs was getting more and more dangerous.
mingyu stopped kissing you after realizing you were a little distracted. he continued to hover over you with concerned eyes.
"are you okay?"
"hm? yes! sorry.. was just, um.."
his hand came up to gently hold your cheek. "what is it?"
you smiled, "i was just admiring you."
"ah, i see," mingyu chuckled. "you were checking out how hot your boyfriend is, right?"
you rolled your eyes at him. although he was right on the money, he was still a dork. you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and brought him back down to keep kissing you.
his lips started to travel down from your lips to your neck, his knee finally pushing up against your dick. your mouth fell open at the feeling. mingyu could've sworn he even heard the faintest whine manage to escape from you, and it just about drove him insane. he didn't bother to keep going slow, he chose a spot on your neck to suck and bite while his knee rubbed against your cock.
by the time you were fully hard again, your whimpers and heavy breaths were fueling mingyu's ego completely. he moved your legs to hook around his waist before crashing back into your lips as if he'd been starving for them. his hands caressed around your hips and down to your ass.
"you have lube right?" he asked with staggered breaths. you nodded and pointed to the drawer of your nightstand, to which he left the warmth of your leg lock to reach for.
you watched him pour the lube onto his fingers before bringing his hand down to your backside. he carefully began to spread the substance around before inserting a finger.
"is this still okay?" he asked softly. you couldn't stop the moan that left your lips. and if that didn't answer his question, you still nodded and managed to utter out a 'keep going' in between the sighs of pleasure.
mingyu's lips were on yours again before you knew it. his body felt warm and safe, and the constant, loving kisses as he took his time working you open added a level of intimacy that you didn't think you'd felt before.
you realized that your eyes had been closed for a while. you finally opened them to meet mingyu's gaze. he smiled at you, giving you another kiss. he had three fingers in you now, scissoring and thrusting as he soothingly rubbed the skin of your thigh with his free hand.
"i'm gonna keep stretching you. just let me know when you're good, baby," mingyu said again. you nodded while his lips traveled back down to your neck. you could see his dick hovering over your own. it made your stomach turn in excitement.
mingyu pulled his fingers away from your stretched hole, about to add more lube when you spoke up.
"..i'm good now, gyu."
mingyu looked at you, "are you sure? i can prep you more."
you only shook your head and gave him a dazed smile. you watched his composure straighten out as he grabbed the lube again to start coating his cock. a dumb, eager, smitten smile was stuck on his face again, but you still found it adorable. how someone so impossibly hot could also be so disgustingly cute was beyond you.
"you look so good like this, gyu," you complimented. you rested your arms over your head as you watched him stroke himself. he was getting all flustered again.
"are you seriously talking about me when i have you laying under me like this? all spread out and ready for my cock."
alright, he clocked you.
"..shit, don't talk like that, i might cum on the spot."
"noted." he kissed you one more time and lined himself up with your entrance. your legs naturally wrapped around him again before he began to enter you. his eyes instantly shut as he bit his lip in an effort to hold back his groans. he then took both of your hands and raised them above your head, tightly intertwining your fingers against the sheets.
he stopped to let you adjust before looking at you with glossy eyes. "still okay?"
you nodded quickly in response. squeezing his hands in yours, you lifted your head up to kiss him passionately. it was in that moment that it really hit you - mingyu may be your baby, but he was still a hunk who was realistically much stronger than you.
"keep going, baby," you told him. "you're doing so good for me."
a small moan left mingyu's lips as he let his hips snap forward a little too much. his forehead fell into the curve of your neck, his cock a little more than halfway into you now.
"..you feel so good," he whimpered into your skin.
your staggered breathing filled his ears as he tried to keep still, scared of hurting you if he pushed into you any further. you kept whispering praises to him as you let go of his hands and instead began to caress his arms and back.
"you can keep moving, gyu. i'm okay."
he didn't need to be told again. he looked down and watched as his cock disappeared all the way inside you. he smiled when he earned a guttural moan from you.
"..that's it, baby," you mumbled, voice a little weak.
mingyu finally began to steadily slide in and out of you. he littered kisses all along your neck and down to your chest by your collarbones.
"fuck, that's good, gyu.. faster."
you heard a grunt from him as he gripped the sheets and started to pound into you. the quick change from gentle to rough made your mouth fall agape for the nth time that night. your legs became weak, falling wider to the sides around mingyu.
you could feel the bed moving with him, his thrusts just getting harder and rougher. you let your head fall back as more moans spilled out. the veins in his arms were popping and his pecs bounced with every thrust. you let your hands wander to his chest, squeezing as you fell into a trance. he looked down at your hands and smirked.
"like my chest, baby?"
you could barely put a sentence together. you just nodded and kept touching him as he fucked you.
mingyu soon needed more of you. he paused to move your legs, bending them up against your body and hooking them over his shoulders. the stretch made you choke out a whimper as he resumed his thrusts.
"m-mingyu..!"
he smirked again as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head. "what? you like when i fuck you silly like this?" he taunted between grunts.
you nodded frantically, muttering out 'yes's under your breath. your eyes were glassed over, mouth still hanging and hole clenching around him. the sounds of skin slapping and your bed beginning to creak again just drove mingyu to go harder.
"right there-!" you suddenly yelled out just as you saw stars. "right there, baby!"
both of your moans filled the bedroom, mingyu drilling into your prostate. you met his eyes - his gaze was intense. but you couldn't hold the contact for much longer. soon, your eyes rolled back up to just stare at the ceiling, fucked out.
"pretty boy.. can't even look at me. am i making you feel that good?"
his words sent chills down your body as you sputtered out more 'yes's and 'don't stop's. mingyu was quite proud of himself, to say the least. you were always the one teasing him and babying him. but now, here you were, a moaning mess underneath him.
he leaned down closer to you, making your legs burn from the stretch, then managed to take your throbbing cock in his hand.
"y/n- fuck.. i'm gonna cum soon," mingyu groaned out.
"mmh.. me too," your voice almost sounded broken from the pleasure. you held onto his shoulders, hands sliding over his back and leaving reddening scratch marks.
the sound of mingyu's moans got louder and heavier as he chased his high. he continued to fuck you into the sheets, but his hips began to stutter with how close he was getting.
he pulled out with a sly smirk and started jerking himself. your legs fell back down as his eyes locked onto yours.
"let's cum together, yeah?" he prompted.
your jaw hung open as he took your leaking cock in his hand and joined it against his own, stroking both of you at an increasingly fast pace. you couldn't decide where to keep your eyes - mingyu's lewd face or your cocks being pumped together.
mingyu's orgasm hit with the longest moan you'd heard from him yet. you started to finish with him, humping up into his hands as your mixed cum landed across your body and the sheets beneath you.
he kept stroking until your climaxes subsided, leaning down to kiss you softly before falling beside you on the bed. you closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing while mingyu reached over to get the rag from earlier. he wiped you down once again, cleaning you the best he could.
"don't worry about it, babe. we can just go clean up in the shower," you stopped him. mingyu nodded and gave you another kiss on your cheek instead. you laughed quietly at the smile he couldn't wipe off his face.
"sorry," he laughed with you as he covered his mouth. "i keep smiling too much."
"no, i like when you smile. just confirms that you like me."
he scoffed and looked over at you. "as if we didn't know that already."
pulling you in toward his body, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head. your legs tangled together as you hugged him tightly. he let out a satisfied sigh while gently caressing your back, then looked down at you.
"shower now?"
"yes please." you left his embrace and got up from your bed. you started to trudge to the bathroom, but mingyu rushed up to follow behind you.
"wait, wait, wait," he squeaked out as he caught up to you. you stopped in the doorway of the bathroom to look at him in confusion.
"what is it?"
mingyu blushed. "nothing. just wanted to stay with you."
you shook your head at him, although he didn't miss the stupid grin that grew across your cheeks.
"you're such a baby, gyu."
he turned the water on before moving closer to you, hovering just over your lips.
synopsis : gyu might love his best friend a little more than he should.
content : 1.5k words, male reader, fluff, clingy!mingyu x oblivious!reader, best friends to lovers, reader calls gyu babygirl, light kissing
part two
"get off me."
mingyu frowned. his cheek was squished up against your bicep while holding onto your arm.
"but i'm comfortable."
"well, i'm not," you complained.
mingyu sighed and lifted his head. his arm had been intertwined around yours, but he very slowly let it slip away, as if waiting for you to change your mind.
mingyu now pouted in his seat. you were busy reading the menu of the new restaurant your friends were checking out. mingyu continued to stare at you. it made him a little disappointed how unfazed you were.
"i'm gonna find the bathroom," mingyu announced while getting up from the table. everyone looked up when his chair scraped against the hardwood floor - everyone except you.
seungkwan was on one side of you, while junhui, soonyoung, and minghao sat across the table. they all looked at you in your oblivious little bubble.
"y/n?"
you looked over to see seungkwan with a weary expression on his face.
"what?"
"are you guys good?.." seungkwan asked, nodding toward mingyu as he disappeared to the restroom.
you took a quick glance in mingyu's direction before looking back to seungkwan in confusion.
"yeah? we're fine."
seungkwan wasn't sure what else he could say. he just nodded and began playing with the straw of his drink.
"mingyu doesn't seem fine," minghao intervened.
"..did i do something?" you asked. you set your menu down and contemplated following mingyu to talk. although you weren't sure what you'd be talking about.
minghao sighed as he exchanged glances with the others.
"y/n," minghao got your attention again, "how do you feel about mingyu?"
your brows furrowed. "uh.. we're friends?.. i'm not sure how else you want me to answer that."
"just your friend?"
"..yeah?" you sighed, "what's going on?"
"nothing."
you scoffed lightly, looking between junhui and soonyoung for some kind of answer from them instead.
"you're just pretty clueless sometimes, y/n," junhui chuckled.
"about mingyu?"
all of them nodded.
"have you ever thought about just how clingy mingyu is with you?" soonyoung asked. "and how he makes time for you and moves his plans around to line up with yours? and how he follows you like a puppy sometimes?"
your heart began to race.
"what are you talking about?" you laughed it off and quickly took a sip of your drink.
soonyoung sat back in his seat when he saw mingyu returning from the restroom.
"just think about it, okay?"
you stared at him in a daze now. you'd never even thought about it, but your friends were right. mingyu was always around. always checking on you and staying close to you. mingyu craved affection, but almost never asked for it directly.
you looked over at the male as he sat back down. he rolled up his sleeves and looked at his own menu, staying quiet.
"mingyu?" you spoke up.
"mm?" mingyu's eyes stayed down as he read the dinner options.
".." you didn't even know what you were trying to say.
mingyu finally looked over at you and met your gaze, waiting for you to finish. his eyes were tired, but beautiful. his pretty lips stood out more than usual for some reason.
"..your hair looks good today," you finally made something up.
mingyu's mouth quickly changed into a smile. he was about to thank you, but he became speechless when your hand reached over to play with his hair.
you had never really initiated much skinship or affection. it was always mingyu who started it. and even when you accepted it from him, mingyu sometimes felt like you didn't like it as much, or were taking it more platonically than he intended.
you quickly retracted your hand and went back to your menu with a straight face. mingyu didn't know what to do. he couldn't seem to form words, let alone stop his jaw from hanging in shock.
the other boys all looked at each other again. mingyu was pretty adorable despite his intimidating stature and reputation. with his growing smile and increasingly red ears, he was quite literally just your baby. your very large teddy bear.
by the time you'd all finished dinner, it was late and sleepiness was beginning to set in. mingyu's cheek was pressed against his closed fist. he was staring out of the window at you - you had just stepped out to take a phone call from work.
"i'm so full," soonyoung mumbled while resting his head against junhui.
"i think i'll go settle the bill and then we can go." minghao got up just as seungkwan tugged on his arm.
"get a receipt so we can pay you back."
minghao nodded and walked off to the other side of the restaurant.
as the others began getting up to leave their table, mingyu looked back out to see you now sitting on a bench. your phone was still against your ear, which made mingyu sigh.
"we're probably gonna go. you gonna get a ride with y/n?" seungkwan asked.
mingyu didn't answer, unsure whether you would want to give him a ride home.
"let me rephrase that," seungkwan spoke again, "y/n is giving you a ride. text me when you get home."
mingyu looked at seungkwan in shock as the male happily waved goodbye and adjusted his small bag over his shoulder. now sitting at the table alone, mingyu huffed and looked at you once again. you were finally off your phone and waving goodbye to the others as they shuffled into seungkwan's car.
mingyu slowly made his way outside and sat next to you.
"did you enjoy dinner?" you asked.
"yeah, it was fine."
you frowned at the bland reply before you leaned over playfully to look mingyu in the eyes.
"where'd my happy boy go?" you asked.
mingyu avoided your eyes, but couldn't stop the blush that crept onto his face.
"i'm always happy with you," he mumbled. he stared at the concrete beneath him with an idiotic smile.
"tsk.. you're so babygirl."
mingyu's head shot up. he looked at you with wide eyes.
"i'm what??"
"a babygirl. you're just a little princess in a six foot hunk's body."
he was about to protest, but his words came short. you were completely right.
"shut up," mingyu muttered, still smiling.
"okay, babygirl." you chuckled and wrapped your arm around mingyu's shoulder, causing him to look at you again. you were closer now, your faces a couple inches away from each other.
your teasing smile slowly fell as your heartbeat picked up again. two hours ago, mingyu had just been your best friend. but now? now you could kiss him until your lips ached.
mingyu's gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips. his gut was urging him to go for it, but his brain was yelling for him to pull away.
"mingyu.." you quietly started to speak, but your sentence was never finished as mingyu gently slid his hand up against your cheek. he carefully pulled you in until your lips met.
you melted into the kiss sooner than mingyu would've thought. before he could process it, one of your hands was holding his wrist, while the other hand went into his hair.
you were even surprised at yourself. your stomach was exploding with butterflies as your lips moved together. it was like you'd been waiting for this without even knowing it. like you'd been waiting for more than just friendship with mingyu.
finally pulling apart to catch your breaths, your eyes stayed locked on each other.
"i hope you know this means i'm gonna be as clingy as i want from now on," mingyu warned with a small chuckle.
"whatever you say, babygirl," you joked.
mingyu rolled his eyes. "i hate you."
you stuck your tongue out before kissing him again.
"c'mon, i'll take you home," you said while standing up.
mingyu smiled sheepishly and quickly took your hand. you looked down, feeling sparks tingling up your arm. you quickly turned to begin leading mingyu to your car.
"ooh, are you blushing?" mingyu teased.
"no."
"you are!" mingyu beamed. he sped up to walk beside you instead of behind. he gave your cheek a gentle poke. "i like making you blush."
you shook your head, still smiling with flustered cheeks. "damn you, kim mingyu."
mingyu let out a small snicker before you both got into your car to go home.
Could you please do a yandere mingyu x male reader, the reader is the same height as him but not at all buff like he is and that’s what mingyu likes to tease him about
pairings. yandere!roommate!mingyu x male!reader (ft. roommates!minghao & seokmin)
word count. 1.2k.
genre. yandere, request
warnings. obsessive behaviour, reader is oblivious, minghao is sharp, seokmin is kinda oblivious too.
writer's notes. sorry that i took so long, i love the idea though!!
thank you @sousydive for beta reading.
network: @mansaenetwork
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One thing that always stood out between you and your best friend was the obvious contrast in your builds. And no, it wasn’t your height—at 1.87 meters (a solid 6’2”), you and Kim Mingyu both towered over most people. What really set you apart was your body type.
Mingyu was all broad shoulders and bulging muscles, the kind of guy who spent hours in the gym, sculpting himself until his arms were as thick as a child’s backpack. You, on the other hand, were… well, different. Your lean frame, messy hair, and ever-present glasses gave you the appearance of a classic otaku, someone more likely to be glued to a computer screen than lifting weights.
Mingyu had a habit of leaning in close—too close. Every time he teased you about your body type, his dark eyes would sparkle with something unreadable, a grin tugging at his lips like he was enjoying a private joke only he understood.
"Come on, skinny," he chuckled, poking your side as you fumbled with your phone. "I bet I could bench press you. Twice."
You rolled your eyes, adjusting your glasses, though you couldn’t stop the heat from rising in your cheeks. "Sure, gym rat. But could you even spell 'bench press'?" It was your usual weak comeback, but Mingyu didn’t seem to care. In fact, he laughed a little too hard, like it was the funniest thing in the world. His laughter always lingered longer than it should, his hand resting on your shoulder a little too comfortably.
No matter how much he teased you, Mingyu always found a reason to be near, to touch you, like he couldn’t stand the idea of being too far away. His grip would tighten ever so slightly, as if staking his claim in a way you didn’t even notice. To you, it was all just harmless fun. But to him? There was something possessive in the way his eyes followed your every movement, a hidden hunger behind his brown orbs.
“C’mon, Mr. Otaku. You really need to hit the gym—even Minghao’s starting to bulk up,” Seokmin teased between mouthfuls of pancakes. You glanced at Minghao, who sat beside him, and couldn’t help but notice the subtle flex in his toned arms as he shrugged.
Your lips twitched. Maybe Seokmin had a point—Minghao was definitely getting more fit.
But before you could think too much about it, Mingyu scoffed from beside you. Without warning, he leaned in, pressing his cheek firmly against your shoulder, his closeness so casual yet so possessive. “Nah,” he muttered, his voice low as his breath brushed your ear. “I like M/n just the way he is. He’s the perfect size.”
His words made you roll your eyes, but the warmth of his presence lingered longer than it should, making you shift slightly. “You’d say that just to avoid competition,” you shot back, but your voice lacked any real bite.
Seokmin grinned, clearly in a playful mood, and reached over to ruffle your already-messy hair. "Seriously, you’d look great with a little muscle on you. Maybe I’ll start dragging you to the gym with me." He threw you a wink.
The smile on Mingyu’s face froze, but you didn’t notice, too busy laughing off Seokmin’s comment. “Yeah, right. You’d have to wake me up for those early morning workouts, and we both know I’m a lost cause there.” You shrugged, brushing Seokmin's hand away half-heartedly.
Before you could react, Mingyu’s arm snaked around your shoulders, his grip firm—almost too tight, his body pressed close against yours. “Hands off,” Mingyu said, the playful tone in his voice masking the sudden chill in his eyes. “M/n’s already got a personal trainer, right?” His smile seemed forced as he looked at Seokmin, daring him to push further.
Seokmin chuckled, unaware of the tension. “Alright, alright, possessive much?” he teased, not noticing how Mingyu’s jaw clenched for a brief second.
But Minghao did.
He watched the scene unfold with sharp eyes, noting the way Mingyu’s hand lingered a little too long on your shoulder, the tension in his grip that you were completely oblivious to. Minghao exchanged a quick glance with Mingyu, who shot him a warning look in return. It was a brief moment, but it said everything.
You, of course, just rolled your eyes and shrugged off Mingyu’s arm. “You two act like I’m some prize to be won.”
Mingyu’s smile returned, but this time, there was something darker behind it. “Exactly.”
As the conversation moved on, you started gathering the empty plates, oblivious to the tension that still clung in the air. Seokmin was back to chatting away, completely unaware of the icy glares Mingyu had been shooting at him moments earlier.
Minghao, though, wasn’t letting it go that easily.
When Seokmin leaned back in his chair, stretching lazily, Minghao leaned in closer, his voice low enough for only Seokmin to hear. “You should stop pushing it with M/n.”
Seokmin blinked, confused by the serious tone. “What? Why?” He glanced at you, still jokingly struggling to stack the plates. “We’re just messing around. It’s all in good fun.”
Minghao’s eyes flicked briefly to Mingyu, who was watching you a little too intently as you worked. His possessive grip on your shoulder earlier hadn’t escaped Minghao’s notice. “Yeah, well… Mingyu doesn’t see it that way.”
Seokmin chuckled, shaking his head. “Mingyu? He’s just being his usual self. Always glued to M/n’s side.” But the easy smile on his face faltered when he caught the look in Minghao’s eyes—serious, almost warning him to be more careful.
“Mingyu’s glued to M/n’s side for a reason,” Minghao whispered, leaning in just a little closer. “Just… pay attention next time, okay? It’s not as harmless as you think.”
Seokmin frowned, glancing toward Mingyu, who was now at your side, helping you with the dishes. From an outsider’s perspective, everything seemed normal—just friends hanging out. But now, Seokmin noticed the way Mingyu hovered too closely, the subtle way he touched you, like he was making sure you stayed within his reach.
“Are you saying…” Seokmin started, but Minghao quickly shook his head.
“I’m not saying anything outright,” Minghao replied calmly. “But maybe stop trying to get so close to M/n. For your own sake.”
Seokmin's eyes widened slightly, but before he could respond, you turned around, giving them both a puzzled look. “Hey, you two gonna help out, or just sit there whispering?”
Mingyu smiled at you, all innocent again, but when his eyes shifted back to Seokmin, the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Seokmin felt a strange tension creep up on him, the weight of Minghao’s warning sinking in.
Before anything could go further, Minghao stepped in, casually blocking Seokmin behind him, cutting off Mingyu’s gaze. “We’re coming,” Minghao said, his tone calm but firm.
Mingyu’s eyes lingered on Seokmin for just a second longer, but when he looked at you, the smile was back in full force. You, still completely unaware of the silent exchange, raised an eyebrow. “You guys coming or what? I’m not doing this by myself.”
Seokmin gave a quick nod, shaking off the strange feeling. “Yeah, yeah, we’re coming,” he muttered, quieter than usual.
As they headed toward you, Minghao shot one last glance at Mingyu. Mingyu’s smile stayed, but the look in his eyes hadn’t softened at all.
Summary: He’s convinced you’re out of his league. You think he knows you like him. No one is correct. Turns out you're both just idiots.
Pairing: Creative Director ! Kim Min-Gyu (SEVENTEEN) x Creative Producer ! Male reader
REQUESTS: Open, i need ideas pls send help
Word count: 8,029 // No smut warnings, even with advices from my two fav authors i still cringed hard and only managed to write two paragraphs of smut which I have not included. I will work on it i promise.
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON (only for support purposes pls do not feel obligated)
The first thing you noticed that morning was that the studio smelled like fresh paper and black coffee, which usually meant someone had arrived early and decided productivity was a personality trait. The second thing you noticed was that your shirt collar was sitting wrong against your neck, not because you cared about the collar, but because your body had learned a stupid little ritual: if you were going to see Mingyu today, you adjusted things. You stood a fraction straighter. You checked your reflection in the elevator doors. You made sure you looked like the kind of man who belonged in a room full of creative people pretending they never tried.
You did try.
You walked in with your laptop bag slung over one shoulder, a to-go cup in your hand, and the calm expression you’d perfected over years of meetings, deadlines, and clients who thought “just one more change” was a reasonable request at last minute. You were competent, grounded, and you knew how to move through a space like you owned your role in it. That was the version of you everyone at work saw. The version that made people assume you were untouchable, unbothered, and probably immune to the kind of crush that made your stomach tighten at the sound of a person’s laugh.
You weren’t immune. You were a man with a very inconvenient problem.
The office was already awake. Designers hunched over screens, assistants darted past with mood boards, someone argued gently about typography near the printer, and the meeting room’s glass walls were smeared with marker sketches from yesterday. You nodded to a coworker, offered a quick “Morning,” and got a few greetings back. Someone called, “Hey, man,” as you passed, and you lifted two fingers in acknowledgment without breaking stride.
You had your own rhythm here. You were good at what you did. You were also good at being in this environment without softening yourself to fit other people’s expectations. You spoke plainly, you held your ground, and you never let anyone talk over you in a room just because your voice didn’t need to be loud to be sharp. You were comfortable in your body and comfortable in your identity, and the fact that you wanted another man did not change the way you took up space. If anything, it made you more honest with yourself, even when you refused to be obvious about it.
The problem was that you thought you were obvious.
Not loud obvious. Not dramatic. You weren’t shouting that you have a crush from rooftops and you weren’t doing anything reckless. You just did small things around Mingyu that you didn’t do around anyone else. You stood closer. You lingered in conversations. You laughed a little more easily. You listened like his words like they were the most important things in your life. You had made eye contact one second too long more times than you could count. You had watched his hands while he adjusted the lens on his camera, watched his forearms flex when he lifted equipment, watched the way he focused with his whole face, brows slightly furrowed, mouth parted just a little. You had thought, for months now, that he knew.
How could he not know?
Mingyu, for his part, was the kind of man everyone noticed the moment he entered a room. Tall, broad-shouldered, physically imposing in a way that made doorways look smaller, and somehow still gentle. Not soft. Gentle, sweet and goofy. He moved carefully around people as if he was always aware of how much space he took up. He offered help the way other people offered small talk. Instinctively. Automatically. Like it was built into his bones. He touched without meaning to. A hand at your elbow to guide you through a crowd. Fingers brushing your wrist when he passed you something. A palm briefly at the small of your back when he stepped behind you to reach for a shelf. It never looked intentional. It always felt intentional anyway.
You told yourself it didn’t mean anything. You told yourself he knew you liked him and was choosing to do nothing about it, maybe because you worked together, maybe because he didn’t want to complicate things, maybe because he was being polite. You told yourself you were being mature about it. Your heart did not care about maturity. You were setting your coffee down at your desk when you heard his voice from the hallway.
“Good morning,” Mingyu said, warm and easy, and the way he said it to whoever he was talking to made it sound like he meant it.
You didn’t look up immediately. You refused. You clicked your laptop open, pretended you were reading an email, pretended you weren’t listening for the exact second his footsteps would reach your area. Then he appeared beside your desk like he belonged there.
He always stood too close. Not close in a threatening way. Close in a way that made your brain go quiet for a beat. You could smell his cologne, clean and subtle, and the faint scent of detergent on his shirt. He had a camera strap looped over one shoulder, and he looked like he’d already been working, hair slightly tousled, sleeves pushed up. His eyes flicked to your coffee cup, then to your face.
“You’re here early,” he said.
You glanced up, met his eyes, then forced yourself to look away casually, like it didn’t take effort. “Not early. On time.”
Mingyu smiled, small and sincere. “You’re usually on time. I just thought… never mind.”
You frowned slightly, because there it was again. The almost-confession tone. The thing he did where he sounded like he was about to say something personal and then swallowed it. You assumed he was swallowing your attraction, swallowing his own awareness of it, swallowing whatever boundary he thought he needed to keep.
“What?” you asked, keeping your voice steady.
He shifted his weight. His gaze darted down for half a second, then back up. “I thought you were going to be tired,” he said, and the simplicity of it almost made you laugh. “You stayed late yesterday.”
You stared at him. “You noticed that?”
Mingyu blinked as if surprised by your surprise. “Yeah. Of course.”
Of course. Like it was obvious. Like paying attention to you was a normal, uncomplicated thing. Your chest tightened, stupidly. “I’m fine,” you said, and you tried to make it sound like nothing. “I’ve had worse weeks.”
He nodded, and his attention did that thing where it softened, like he wanted to say more. Like he wanted to ask if you were actually fine. Like he cared in a way he didn’t quite know how to show without crossing into something else. Then he reached past you, and his hand brushed your shoulder as he grabbed a folder from the edge of your desk. The touch was light. Incidental. You felt it anyway.
“Meeting in fifteen,” Mingyu said, holding the folder out to you. “You’re leading the client part, right?”
You took it, fingers grazing his by accident. Your pulse jumped like it was brand new to your body. “Yeah,” you said, too quickly. “I’m doing the pitch. You’re showing the visual direction.”
His mouth quirked. “If I don’t mess it up.”
You stared at him. “You never mess it up.”
He looked genuinely puzzled by your certainty. “That’s not true.”
“It is,” you insisted, and you heard it in your own voice, the way it warmed, the way it sounded like belief instead of compliment. You tried to fix it by adding, “You’re literally the most consistent person here.”
Mingyu’s ears went faintly pink. It was subtle, but you saw it. He glanced away, a reflex he couldn’t hide.
“That’s not…” he started, then stopped. He cleared his throat. “Thanks.”
You watched him, because you couldn’t help it. “You’re welcome.”
For a second, the air held something that wasn’t work. Something that didn’t fit in an office. You thought, if you just said it, if you just made one brave move, the whole misunderstanding would end. You thought, he’s aware, he’s just choosing not to act, so maybe you need to be the one to push it. Then Mingyu shifted back into professional mode like he was stepping behind glass again.
“See you in the meeting room,” he said, and he smiled once more, gentle. “Don’t let them intimidate you.”
You scoffed. “I’m the one intimidating them.”
Mingyu’s smile widened. “Yeah. You are.”
He walked away, long strides quiet, and you watched him go, because you were apparently incapable of acting like a normal coworker. You didn’t notice your coworker approaching until she leaned on your desk and said, “So.”
You blinked. “So what.”
She grinned. “When are you two idiots doing anything about this tension?”
You rolled your eyes, but your face betrayed you, warmth climbing into your cheeks. “Shut up.”
“Oh my god,” she said, delighted. “Please we literally have an office bet going.”
You narrowed your eyes. “You are betting on my love life?”
“I’m betting on something alright,” she said. “Just kiss already, I feel like I’m in a BL wathing two emotionally constipated idiots dance around the fact they both like each other.”
You pointed at her. “He’s my coworker for god’s sake, I’m a professional.”
She laughed and walked away before you could defend yourself further, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the folder Mingyu had handed you, the paper still warm from his fingers.
When you entered the meeting room it was cold in that way offices liked. Too much air conditioning, too much glass, too much forced brightness. You took your seat at the table, opened your laptop, and watched the team file in. Mingyu came last, as usual, carrying his tablet and a stack of prints. He paused at the doorway for half a second, eyes scanning the room, then landed on you. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t a stare. It was a look that said, there you are like he was looking for you all along. The first person he always looked for. He took the chair beside you, close enough that your knees almost brushed under the table. You adjusted your posture, pretending it was about comfort and not about your body reacting to proximity like a traitor.
The meeting began. You spoke first, steady and confident, guiding the client through the concept. You watched the room the way you always did, reading reactions, controlling the pace, making sure your words landed. You were good at this. You knew you were good at this. That competence was part of who you were, part of the masculinity you carried naturally, not as performance but as certainty. Mingyu watched you like he was listening to music.
Every time you answered a difficult question, he glanced at you as if impressed beyond measure. Every time you made someone laugh, his mouth twitched like he wanted to laugh too. When it was his turn, he stood and presented the visual direction with calm precision, showing designs and photographs that felt like they had mood and story woven into them. He spoke modestly about his own work, as if it had happened by accident rather than skill. When someone praised his eye, he ducked his head and said, “Thank you,” like he wasn’t used to being admired. You wanted to shake him sometimes. Not because he was humble. Because he didn’t seem to understand what he did to a room, what he did to you.
At one point, the client asked a question about a specific visual, and Mingyu leaned in, pointing at the screen. His arm brushed yours. His shoulder pressed lightly against yours. It was nothing. Your body responded like it was everything. You forced your attention onto the meeting, onto the words, onto your professionalism. You didn’t let your eyes drop. You didn’t let your mind drift. You did not let yourself want.
When the meeting ended, the client left satisfied, and the team exhaled collectively, chairs scraping back, people standing and stretching. You started packing up your laptop when Mingyu leaned down toward you, voice lowered.
“You were really good,” he said.
You looked up at him. “We were good.”
He shook his head slightly. “You were.”
You held his gaze for a beat too long. You didn’t even mean to. It just happened. His eyes were warm and dark and steady, and his expression held something like admiration, something like tenderness, something like a question he wasn’t brave enough to ask. You cleared your throat. “Thanks.”
He hesitated. “Do you want… I mean, are you hungry?”
There it was again. Another almost-confession. Another thing that could be interpreted as nothing or everything.
You lifted an eyebrow. “Are you asking me to eat?”
Mingyu’s face went subtly panicked, like you’d just called him out in front of everyone. “Only if you want,” he said quickly. “If you’re busy, forget it. I just thought you might not have eaten because you were working and I saw you only had coffee and I…”
He stopped. His mouth closed. His ears flushed again. You stared at him, heart beating too hard. “Mingyu.”
He blinked. “Yeah?”
You almost said, You know I like you, right? You almost said, If you’re ignoring it on purpose, just tell me. You almost said, Stop standing so close if you don’t mean anything by it.
Instead, you said, “Food sounds good.”
His relief was immediate and obvious, like he’d been holding his breath. “Okay,” he said softly. “Okay. Great. There’s a place nearby.”
You stood, slinging your bag over your shoulder, and as you did, Mingyu stepped aside to let you pass. His hand touched your back, barely there, guiding you around the chair. It was automatic. Thoughtless. You felt it anyway, heat spreading under your skin. You walked out together, side by side, and you told yourself, for the hundredth time, that he knew. You told yourself this was him being careful. You told yourself you were reading it right.
Behind you, Mingyu watched you with the same quiet awe he always tried to hide, thinking the exact opposite. He was convinced you were out of his league, and that you were only agreeing to lunch because you were kind.
Lunch with Mingyu was the kind of thing that should have felt normal. Two coworkers leaving the office after a successful meeting, grabbing something nearby before the next round of emails and calls swallowed the day. You told yourself that as you walked beside him down the sidewalk, the late afternoon sun throwing pale light across the street, the city humming around you. You told yourself it was normal even though your body kept noticing him in ways that had nothing to do with professional appreciation.
He walked slightly slower than you, not because he couldn’t keep up, but because he had a habit of matching people without thinking. His stride adjusted to yours the way his hands adjusted the focus ring on his camera, intuitive and careful. He kept glancing around like he was mapping the street for threats that didn’t exist, and when a group of people passed too close, his hand hovered near your back for a second, an unconscious protective reflex he never seemed to realize he did. You felt the air shift with it anyway, felt the almost-touch like a spark waiting for something to catch.
The place Mingyu took you to was close enough that it felt like a secret he’d been keeping in his back pocket, the kind of spot you only found if you worked nearby long enough to get tired of the obvious options. It wasn’t fancy in a way that tried to impress anyone. It was just good. Warm lighting, worn wooden tables, a corner near the window that caught the afternoon sun, and a steady low hum of people who looked like they had escaped offices of their own. Mingyu walked slightly ahead to hold the door open, instinctive as always, and you stepped inside with that half-second awareness of being observed by strangers, then the automatic ease of letting it go. He didn’t look like someone who enjoyed attention, despite how impossible it was for him not to draw it. People noticed him anyway. You saw it in the way a server’s eyes flicked toward him and then away quickly, the way two girls at a nearby table whispered and smiled. Mingyu seemed oblivious. Or practiced at ignoring it. You couldn’t tell which.
He chose a table tucked away from the center near window, not hidden but quieter, where the noise didn’t climb up your spine. You took off your jacket and draped it over the back of your chair, rolling your shoulders once as if you could roll the tension out with the motion. Mingyu watched you do it, eyes flicking to your hands, then to your throat, then away. It was subtle enough that you might’ve missed it on anyone else. You didn’t miss it on him.
The chair legs scraped lightly as you sat, and you caught him watching your hands as you pulled your phone out and set it face down, the subtle cue of someone who was present. The kind of in-between place that made conversation feel private even in public. Mingyu sat across from you, then hesitated as if he wanted to sit beside you instead, like his instincts hadn’t learned distance properly. He chose across, but his knees still angled forward under the table, taking up space like he couldn’t help it. He looked away the moment you met his eyes, like he hadn’t been looking at all, like he wasn’t constantly doing that. His sleeves still pushed up, camera strap now tucked away in his bag, but something about him in a restaurant softened the professional edge. He looked less like a creative director presenting a pitch and more like a man who didn’t know what to do with his own nervous energy when the subject wasn’t work.
You told yourself it was just lunch. A late lunch, technically. It was normal for coworkers to eat together. You’d done it a hundred times. But you didn’t usually feel like you needed to watch your expression so you didn’t look too interested, or too pleased, or too anything. You didn’t usually notice the way someone’s knee shifted under the table, or how their voice changed when they weren’t speaking to clients. A server came by with menus and water. Mingyu thanked her, voice warm, and waited until she left before he looked at you again. His gaze was steady, almost too steady, like he was trying to lock himself into the present.
“So,” he said, as if he needed a starting point. “You’re… okay?”
You blinked. “About the meeting?”
He shook his head quickly. “No. I mean, yes, the meeting was good. But you. You said you’ve had worse weeks.”
You hadn’t expected him to remember that. Your expression gave you away for a fraction of a second before you smoothed it back into calm. “I’m fine,” you said, then added, because he deserved honesty, “Busy. But fine.”
Mingyu nodded slowly, like he accepted the answer but didn’t fully believe it. “Okay.”
The word sat between you. He glanced down at the menu, then back up at you, then down again. You watched his fingers tap lightly on the edge of the paper, an anxious habit that didn’t match the calm he pretended to have. It made you want to lean forward and ask what he was actually thinking. Instead, you flipped your own menu open and pretended you weren’t paying attention.
Mingyu glanced at the menu, then at you. “Is there anything you don’t eat?”
You shook your head. “I’m not picky.”
He nodded once, then hesitated as if he was about to ask a second question. “Spicy?”
“I can handle spicy,” you said.
His mouth quirked like he was relieved by that for reasons he didn’t explain. “Good.”
The server came by, friendly, quick, and Mingyu ordered with that polite confidence he always had, not bossy, not apologetic. When it was your turn, you ordered too, then sat back and tried to ignore the fact that Mingyu had been watching your mouth while you spoke. Not in a gross way. In a focused way. Like he was memorizing how you formed words.
When the server left, a small quiet settled between you, full of things that could have been said and weren’t. Mingyu cleared his throat, then asked, “How long have you been in this industry?”
You blinked. “Here we go.”
His eyes widened slightly. “What?”
“You’re doing your subtle interview thing,” you said, teasing, but not mean. “Like you’re collecting data.”
Mingyu smiled, flustered in a way he tried to mask by leaning forward. “I’m just curious.”
You shrugged, letting yourself relax. “A while. Long enough to stop being surprised by deadlines and start being surprised by how often people still don’t know what they want.”
He laughed softly, nodding like you’d spoken directly to his daily life. “That’s true.”
Conversation came easier after that. You talked about work, not the meeting itself, but the general rhythm of the job. The parts you liked, the parts that irritated you. Mingyu listened with his whole face, attentive and quiet, interrupting only when he had something worth adding. He wasn’t the type to fill silence just to hear his own voice. That was part of what made him dangerous. He made you speak more than you planned to, because he made it feel safe. Small jokes about the client’s obsession with a specific shade of blue, about how the meeting room always felt like a refrigerator. Mingyu made you laugh with a dry comment about how he wanted to photograph the client’s face when you said the budget was fixed. You laughed harder than you intended, and Mingyu’s eyes warmed immediately, like your laughter did something to him.
That was the thing. You kept catching those moments where he seemed softer with you than he was with anyone else. He looked at you like you were familiar. Like you were safe. Like you were a quiet place he wanted to keep returning to. Not staring. Not obviously. Just quick glances that landed and then disappeared, like he was checking something. Like he was trying to confirm you were still there.
You assumed he was doing this on purpose. Being warm, being close, being attentive, but never crossing the line. Just enough to keep things comfortable. Just enough to never let you forget how much you wanted him. Mingyu, meanwhile, was staring at you like you were sunlight he didn’t deserve.
So you did the same thing without meaning to. You watched his hands when he reached for his water glass. You watched the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table when he was thinking. You watched the way he smiled, small and private, when you made a dry joke. You looked away fast enough that it didn’t turn into a moment, except it already was one.
Then again every time you looked down, he let his gaze drift. Not in a disrespectful way, not in the way some men looked at others like they were consuming them. It was softer than that. Curious. Hungry, maybe, but careful. His eyes would catch on your mouth when you spoke, then flick away quickly as if he’d been caught doing something wrong. When you lifted your glass to drink water, his gaze followed the movement, then jumped to the table as if he had to punish himself for it.
You caught him once.
He looked up at the exact moment you looked up, and for a second his eyes were fixed on your mouth instead of your eyes. The pause was brief, but the heat of it hit you anyway. Mingyu blinked, then quickly looked away, throat bobbing when he swallowed.
You raised an eyebrow. “What?”
He looked back, too fast, too innocent. “Nothing.”
You didn’t push. Not yet. You let the silence sit, the kind of silence that wasn’t empty but wasn’t safe either. It had edges. It made you aware of your own body, your own breath, your own pulse.
When the food arrived, the smell of it eased tension you hadn’t realized you were holding. Mingyu thanked the server, then pushed a small dish toward you without asking, like he’d already decided you would like it. You did. That only made you more suspicious.
“You come here a lot?” you said, taking a bite.
Mingyu shook his head quickly. “Not that much.”
“Mm,” you replied, unconvinced. “Then how do you know exactly what to order.”
He paused, then admitted, “I’ve brought people here.”
The phrasing made your heart do something irritating. People. Not friends. Not coworkers. Just people, vague enough to mean nothing and enough to mean everything. You told yourself to chill.
“Your team?” you asked, casual.
Mingyu’s gaze flicked up fast. “Sometimes.”
You waited. He didn’t add anything else. Of course he didn’t. You took another bite, pretending it didn’t matter. “It’s good,” you said instead.
His shoulders eased, like praise always did that to him. “Yeah. I thought you’d like it.”
The way he said it, I thought, as if he’d been thinking about you outside of work, made your chest tighten again. You swallowed, forced yourself to focus on the plate in front of you. A few minutes later, Mingyu asked, “Do you have plans this weekend?”
It was the kind of question that could mean anything. Normal. Friendly. Polite. You glanced up. “Why?”
He blinked, then looked down at his chopsticks like they suddenly needed his full attention. “Just wondering.”
“You’re wondering a lot today,” you said lightly.
He laughed once, a quiet exhale. “Am I being obvious?”
You hesitated. The honest answer was yes, but not in the way he probably meant. “A little.”
His ears turned faintly pink again, and he cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” you said, because the last thing you wanted was for him to retreat. “It’s fine.”
He nodded, then seemed to gather courage from that. He asked a few more questions, all of them slightly angled, like he was walking around something rather than stepping on it directly. Where you usually went after work. Whether you still lived alone. How often you saw your friends. Each question was easy enough to answer, but together they formed a shape, and you could feel him tracing the outline of your life like he wanted to find where he fit. Then he asked it. Mingyu wasn’t usually blunt. He was careful.
“Are you seeing anyone?” he said, as if it was just another detail, as if his voice didn’t drop slightly, as if his eyes didn’t flick to your face and hold there a beat too long. You froze, fork hovering halfway to your mouth. For a second, your brain refused to process the question as real. It felt too personal for a colleague. Too intimate for a casual lunch. Too charged for the way he was trying to pretend it wasn’t.
You stared at him. Your brain ran through possibilities. Was he asking because he wanted to set you up with someone? Because he was curious in a friendly way? Because he was trying to confirm what he already knew, which was that you liked him and he wanted to make sure you weren’t waiting on him? The confusion hit you hard enough that you almost laughed. However you recovered fast, because you were good at recovery. You’d built an entire adult life out of it.
“Uh,” you said, then forced a small laugh. “Why?”
Mingyu’s shoulders stiffened immediately, regret flashing across his face like he’d stepped too close to the edge and realized it was real. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he said quickly. “I mean, you’re… you’re busy. And you’re… well.” He trailed off, gaze dropping, as if he couldn’t say whatever he was about to say without exposing himself.
You stared at him, confusion sharpening. He sounded like he was trying to compliment you and failing. Like he was trying to ask something and backing out.
“You’re doing it again,” you said softly.
He looked up. “Doing what.”
“Sounding like you’re about to say something and then not saying it,” you replied.
Mingyu swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I just… I assumed.”
You leaned back slightly, studying him. “You assumed what?”
His eyes flicked over your face like he was deciding whether honesty would kill him. “That you have someone,” he admitted finally, voice quiet. “Because you could.”
The words landed strangely. Not flattering exactly. More like a confession of distance. Like he was placing you on a shelf labeled unreachable and telling himself it was safer to admire you from below. You stared at him, genuinely thrown off. “Why would you assume that.”
Mingyu blinked, as if the question itself was absurd. “Because you’re you.”
Your mouth opened, then closed. You had spent months believing he knew you liked him. Believing he was politely ignoring it. Believing he’d decided to keep things professional. But this? This sounded like he didn’t even think you were an option. Like the idea of you wanting him back hadn’t even occurred to him. You felt a laugh bubble up, not because it was funny, but because it was ridiculous. Because you had been so sure of your own read on him.
“You think I’m seeing someone,” you repeated slowly.
Mingyu’s ears reddened again, and he nodded, embarrassed. “It was a stupid question.”
“It wasn’t stupid,” you said, still trying to make sense of him. “It was just… unexpected.”
His gaze stayed on your hands for a second, then lifted carefully. “So… are you?”
There it was again. That quiet bravery. The way he’d circle back, even after flinching. You held his gaze, and it took effort not to soften too much. “No,” you said simply. “I’m not seeing anyone.”
Mingyu’s expression shifted so subtly most people would have missed it. Relief, quick and bright, like sunlight behind clouds. Then he immediately tried to hide it, looking down at his plate, picking up his chopsticks like he needed to re-anchor himself.
“Oh,” he said, voice too casual. “Okay.”
You watched him, heart thumping with new, inconvenient information. He was relieved. That meant something. It had to.
“Why,” you asked, tone steady, “do you care?”
Mingyu froze. The restaurant noise seemed to fade slightly, or maybe it was just your own blood rushing in your ears. Mingyu’s shoulders went rigid, and for a second he looked like he didn’t know where to put his hands.
“I don’t,” he said too fast, then immediately regretted it. His eyes flicked up to yours, caught, then dropped again. “I mean. I do. As a friend.”
You almost laughed. You almost rolled your eyes. Friend. Colleague. The two safest words men used when they were terrified of wanting more. You let the silence stretch just long enough to make him uncomfortable.
Then you said, calmly, “Right… friends.”
Mingyu’s mouth tightened like he could hear your disbelief. He looked up again, and for a second, his gaze held something raw. Something like longing that scared him.
Then the server returned, breaking the moment, asking if everything was okay, and Mingyu nodded too quickly, smile polite, mask sliding back into place. You answered too, voice normal, because you were both professionals at pretending. But under the table, when Mingyu shifted in his seat, his knee brushed yours by accident. He jerked back immediately, apologetic, eyes wide. You didn’t move away.
You held his gaze for one beat, then another, letting him see that you weren’t bothered. Letting him see that you were still there. Letting him wonder why your heart was suddenly pounding like you’d just learned the rules of a game neither of you had realized you were playing wrong. Mingyu looked down again, cheeks warm, and you watched him fumble his way back into small talk with the carefulness of a man trying not to hope. Meanwhile, you sat there with your appetite half-forgotten, thinking the same thing over and over, stunned by how badly you’d both misread each other.
When you finally stepped outside, the air felt cleaner than the restaurant, cooler against your skin like it was trying to reset your nervous system. The street was bright with midday traffic and pedestrians, the kind of city noise that made everything feel normal even when your head was anything but. Mingyu walked beside you at an easy pace, hands in his pockets for a few steps, then out again, then back in, like his body couldn’t decide what to do with itself now that the table was gone and there was nothing between you but air. He kept glancing at you in quick, careful looks that were supposed to be subtle. They weren’t. Not to you.
You should have felt calmer leaving the restaurant, but the opposite happened. The moment you stepped onto the sidewalk, the tension that had been trapped in polite conversation started to climb again, curling under your ribs like a living thing. It wasn’t just the question he’d asked. It was what followed, the way he’d admitted he assumed you had someone, the way relief had flashed across his face and then vanished like he’d caught himself wanting too loudly. It made your brain spin in circles because none of it fit the story you’d been telling yourself. You had spent months thinking he knew you liked him and was choosing not to act. You had built a whole internal narrative around his kindness being careful boundaries. But if he genuinely thought you were out of his league, then all those touches, all those close moments, all those almost-questions weren’t him ignoring you. They were him struggling to hold himself back from something he didn’t think he deserved.
That idea should have been flattering. It was, in a way. It also made you want to grab him by the collar and shake him until the humility fell out.
Mingyu pointed out a small design detail on a storefront they passed, commenting absently on the color palette like his brain needed a safe topic. You nodded, humored him, but you were only half listening. Your attention kept snagging on how close he walked. How his shoulder occasionally brushed yours when someone passed too near. How he didn’t flinch away this time, just adjusted his stride so you stayed together. You could feel the heat of him even through clothing, a quiet, steady presence that made you want to step closer and made you angry that you had to keep pretending you weren’t thinking about his mouth.
“You were quiet in there,” Mingyu said suddenly, voice soft.
You glanced at him. “Was I?”
He nodded. “A little. I thought maybe I said something wrong.”
You exhaled through your nose, a sound that was almost a laugh and almost a curse. “You didn’t say anything wrong.”
He looked at you like he didn’t believe that. “Then what.”
You could have dodged it. You were also good at dodging, good at everything besides outright admiting your feelings apparently. You could have made it a joke, tossed it into the pile of other half-truths you carried. You could have said you were tired, you were thinking about work, you were distracted. You could have acted like this was just lunch and you were just coworkers walking back to the office.
But your patience was worn thin in a place you didn’t like acknowledging.
Maybe it was the way he’d sounded when he said, You’re you. Like you were some distant thing. Maybe it was the way he’d backtracked and called you a friend when you’d asked why he cared. Maybe it was all the months of him standing too close and then stepping back, of almost and not quite, of your own hints thrown into the void. You were not shy. You were not passive. You were a grown man with a spine, and you were done playing a guessing game with another grown man who looked like he could lift a car but acted like he couldn’t handle a straightforward conversation.
Mingyu kept walking, eyes on the path ahead, like he was afraid to look at you too long. He spoke again, carefully, like he was trying to return the world to normal. “We should go over the client notes when we get back. I think we can refine the layout and maybe adjust the-”
“Do you like me?” you blurted.
Mingyu stopped so fast it was almost comical.
You stopped too, turning fully toward him on the sidewalk. People moved around you, a couple stepping aside with mild annoyance, but you didn’t care. Your heart was hammering now, blood hot in your ears, and it felt like if you didn’t say it, you were going to explode. Mingyu stared at you, frozen. His mouth opened slightly, then closed. His eyes flicked over your face like he was trying to read whether this was real or a trap.
“What,” he managed, voice barely above the city noise.
“You heard me,” you said, too sharp to be playful, too steady to be bluffing. “Do you like me or not?”
Mingyu’s throat bobbed. He looked like he’d forgotten what to do with his hands. He lifted one slightly, then dropped it again, like his own body was betraying him.
“You don’t…” he started, then stopped, eyes widening, as if he realized how stupid the next words were going to sound.
You laughed once, humorless. “Don’t what. Don’t like you back? Don’t see you that way?”
Mingyu flinched, genuinely pained by the idea. “No,” he said quickly. “No, that’s not what I meant.”
“Then what do you mean,” you demanded, voice lower now but no less intense. “Because I’m tired, Mingyu. I’m actually tired. You stand too close, you touch me like you forget you’re doing it, you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention, and then you ask me if I’m seeing someone like you’re trying to swallow your own jealousy. You act like I’m some unreachable fantasy and then you offer me lunch like it’s nothing. I’ve been giving you hints for months.”
Mingyu blinked, stunned. “Hints.”
“Yes, hints,” you snapped, then immediately regretted the edge because his expression crumpled in confusion. You dragged a hand through your hair, trying to rein yourself in. “The subtle ones. I’m not exactly delicate about it. I thought you knew. I thought you were choosing not to do anything.”
Mingyu looked like the ground had shifted under his feet. “I thought,” he whispered, and the words sounded broken.
You took a step closer, unable to help yourself. Your voice dropped, rawer now. “Tell me the truth. Do you like me or not?”
Mingyu’s eyes were wide, dark with something that looked like fear and want tangled together. He didn’t answer fast enough. Your patience snapped clean.
“Okay,” you said, bitter and breathless. “Great. Fine. I got it. I’m being ridiculous. Forget I said anything.”
You turned to walk away. He caught your wrist. His hand wrapped around you with a firmness that made your whole body go still. Not painful. Just decisive. Like he couldn’t let you go even if it terrified him.
“Don’t,” Mingyu said.
You spun back toward him, anger flaring again because of course he would stop you now, of course he would do this now when you were already exposed. “Don’t what. Don’t leave? Don’t ask questions? Don’t make it awkward?”
Mingyu’s grip tightened for half a second, then loosened like he remembered you were not something he owned. He swallowed hard. “Don’t walk away,” he said, voice low. “Please.”
There was a beat where the world held its breath. Then Mingyu kissed you.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t tentative. It was urgent, messy with relief, like he’d been holding himself back for so long that the restraint finally shattered. His mouth met yours with heat and desperation, and the first thing you felt was shock, then a sharp rush of satisfaction, then the wild, immediate realization that he meant it. He meant all of it. His hand slid from your wrist to your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as if he couldn’t believe your face was real, as if he needed to anchor you there.
Your anger evaporated into something hungrier. You kissed him back without hesitation, because you weren’t going to pretend you didn’t want this. Because you had wanted this. Because he tasted like lunch and coffee and something sweet underneath, and his breath hitched when you pulled him closer by the front of his shirt.
When he finally broke the kiss, he didn’t move far. He stayed close, forehead almost touching yours, breathing hard like he’d just run up stairs.
“I like you,” he said, voice rough. “I like you so much it’s embarrassing.”
You stared at him, chest heaving, lips still tingling. “Then why have you been acting like a helpless idiot.”
Mingyu let out a breath that sounded like a laugh and a groan combined. His cheeks were flushed, eyes bright with panic and devotion. “Because I thought you were out of my league,” he admitted. “I thought you were just… being nice. I thought you were like that with everyone.”
You blinked, genuinely offended on your own behalf. “I’m not nice like that with everyone. I barely tolerate people.”
He looked at you like that statement alone was dizzying. “I didn’t know,” he said, almost helpless. “You’re confident. You walk into rooms like you belong there. You look like you already know you’re desirable. I assumed you’d never… I assumed you wouldn’t want me.”
The stupidity of it hit you so hard you almost laughed.
“You thought I wouldn’t want you,” you repeated, incredulous.
Mingyu’s eyes flicked down to your mouth, then back up quickly, ashamed. “Yes.”
You exhaled slowly, then leaned in and kissed him again, a quick, sharp kiss that made him make a small sound like he’d been punched in the chest. You pulled back just enough to speak.
“You’re so goddamn stupid,” you said.
Mingyu nodded immediately, like he’d accept any insult you offered if it came with your hands on him. “I know.”
“Actually impressive,” you added, eyes narrowing. “Do you know how many times I thought you were friendzoning me?”
Mingyu’s brows knitted, hurt flashing across his face. “Friendzoning you?”
“You,” you said, pointing at him, “have been acting like you want me and then backing away like I’m going to bite.”
Mingyu swallowed. “I thought you’d pull away if I got too close.”
You laughed once, low. “You literally stand too close without realizing it.”
His ears went pink again, as if his body never got used to being called out. “I do realize it,” he admitted, almost inaudible. “I just… I don’t stop.”
That confession landed somewhere in your gut, heavy and thrilling.
You took a breath, trying to steady yourself, then said, more quietly, “You could have just asked me.”
Mingyu’s gaze softened. “You could have too.”
You scoffed. “I did. Just now. Like a sane person who is definitely not spiraling.”
Mingyu’s mouth twitched. “You looked very sane.”
“Shut up,” you said, but there was no heat in it now. You kissed him again, slower this time, letting it deepen, letting it turn into something that made the sidewalk and the passersby disappear. Mingyu’s hand slid to your waist, fingers spreading there like he was learning the shape of you, like he’d been imagining it for months and couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch you for real. When you broke apart again, your breathing was uneven and your face felt warm.
Mingyu looked at you like he was trying not to fall apart. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry I made you doubt yourself. I’m sorry I made you wait.”
You stared at him, then sighed, the anger finally draining out into something exhausted and fond. “You’re still an idiot,” you said, softer.
“I know,” he repeated.
You tilted your head, eyes narrowing with a challenge you couldn’t resist. “Do you like me.”
Mingyu swallowed, gaze steady now. “Yes.”
“Do you want me.”
The question made his breath catch. His eyes darkened, and the way he looked at you then was not friendly, not colleague, not safe. It was want, clear and unhidden.
“Yes,” he said, voice low.
Your pulse kicked. You leaned in, kissed him once more, then pulled back with a small smirk. “Good.”
Mingyu’s hand tightened at your waist, almost possessive, then loosened again like he remembered you weren’t fragile. “We can’t go back to the office like this,” he murmured, glancing down at your mouth as if he could still feel it.
You looked at him, amused. “Why. Afraid someone will see you kissing another guy and realize you’re not as composed as you pretend.”
Mingyu let out a breathy laugh, then his expression turned serious, eyes searching yours. “Come with me,” he said.
Your stomach flipped. “Where.”
Mingyu hesitated, and for a second he looked shy, which was absurd considering he was built like he could carry you. “My place,” he admitted. “If-if you want of course! We can… talk. Or not talk. I just want you somewhere quieter. Somewhere I can…” He stopped, jaw flexing, then forced himself to finish. “Somewhere I can stop holding back.”
The words sent heat rushing through you, sharp and immediate. You swallowed, gaze dropping briefly to his mouth again, then back to his eyes. You didn’t answer right away, because you wanted him to sit in the tension for a second, wanted him to understand that you were choosing this too.
Then you stepped closer, crowded his space on purpose, and said, voice low and confident, “You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood.”
Mingyu’s eyes widened slightly, hopeful and hungry all at once. “Does that mean yes.”
You kissed him again instead of answering, letting it be the answer hoping he surely must have got the hint by now. When you pulled back, your lips brushed his as you spoke.
“Walk me to your place,” you said.
Mingyu exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for months. He nodded, once, decisive. His hand slid to the small of your back, warm and steady, and this time it didn’t feel accidental at all.
AN: Very self-indulgent. Hate when body decides to torture you and that you can't do anything else but lay in bed
You sat at a park bench enjoying the fresh breeze passing through. The trees shade covering you from the suns heat.
"I got us water"
You looked up and there he was, Jongho holding 2 water bottles.
"Thanks" you said.
"No problem, I was wondering if you would want to go for a walk its nice out and a little walking never hurt anyone" Jongho looked at you expectantly giving you one of his sweet smiles.
"Fine only because you look so cute right now"
"Not cute!"
"Yeah whatever you say now come on lets go" you exclaimed while trying to avoid his swat at your arm.
The trek through the park was going great. While walking at some point you had intertwined your pinkies together while slowly drifting closer. At first the both of you had talked about anything and everything but now it was just met with a comfortable silence.
During the walk however, you felt a slight pulsing in your abdomen. You ignored it at first thinking nothing of it. Then the pain hit slow at first and then with an intensity. You grimaced but didn't say anything thinking and hoping it was a one time thing. Of course Jongho noticed but didn't mention anything at first trusting you to say something to him. However he did make sure to keep a careful eye on you.
You kept walking pretending it didn't happen until it hit you again. You let go of Jonghos hand to hold it near where the pain was to get some relief.
"You okay?" He asked with worry.
"I'm fine" you said through clenched teeth.
However, at this point you needed to find a nearby seat, anything, to sit down otherwise you probably would have collapsed. Before you could bolt to the nearest bench Jongho put one arm over his shoulder and the other near your waist.
He looked you in the eyes with his tone that suggested no chance of debate.
"Look I know you're a stong guy and I like that about you, but, I'm your partner so let me help you."
You held eye contact hoping to crumble his resolve but after a few seconds you realized that he had no intentions of backing down.
You looked away and with a barely there whisper
"I want to go home please"
And without hesitation he helped you get back to you apartment.
Once home you pushed yourself of him and stumbled to your room.
You took everything off leaving you in just your boxers as you curled into yourself on the bed. You decided to rest just so you could pass the time and not deal with the pain. You had no expectations of Jongho staying anyways. After all what was the point of it all, you could barely hold a conversation the way you are now.
Jongho stood at the entrance of your apartment unsure of what to do. He didn't know if you wanted him to leave. He decided the best course would be to go out to buy your favorite foods and drinks and come back. That way whether you woke up or not you would still have something to eat.
You had woken up still in pain but much more manageable. You don't exactly remember when you went to sleep or for how long. You look out the window to see the sun had already set.
You decided to get off the bed and put on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, then head to the kitchen to at least get something in your stomach.
The closer you got to the door of your bedroom the more you noticed a shuffling noise.
You were scared that you or Jongho had maybe left the door unlocked. With this thought you grabbed the nearest thing you could find to protect yourself and slowly pushed the door open.
Just as the door had fully opened, jongho just stepped out the kitchen making direct eye contact with you.
There was a moment of silence with Jonghos eyes flickering to the object in your hand then back to you. You slowly hid your momentary weapon behind your back.
"Jongho umm what are you still doing here I though you left already" you stammered with a nervous laugh
"Well I did but I wanted to make you something to eat, but if this is how I'm treated then I'll just take it home" he sighed sarcastically
"Wait you came back? Why?" You set aside what you were holding and slowly made you way to close the distance.
"I could have been asleep or stayed in bed for the whole day, maybe not even wake up till tomorrow, there was no guarantee that your efforts would have been appreciated"
"I even cut our day short and we didn't get to do any of the fun things we had planned and then for you to sit around here with nothing to do, I'm sorry" you exclaimed wrapping your arms around yourself.
"Woah, why are you apologizing, you know if didn't want to I would not have done it" he questioned while putting the food down
"I just feel bad you could have used that ti --"
"Ok enough come over here" he demand with his arms open.
You slowy approached and wrapped your arms around him accepting the hug.
He squeezed back, his hug was warm and in that moment it truly felt as if nothing was ever wrong.
You stayed like that for a while Jongho not letting go and letting you choose when to break the hug.
After a couple more minutes you broke apart but intertwined one of you hands together giving it a squeeze to show your appreciation.
"Ok I'm done being a sad man, what did you make to eat?"
"I decided to cook your favorite but since you took so long it's probably cold by now" he said with a humorous smile, while flicking your forehead.
"Bastard at least I woke up so be happy I decided to bless you with my presence" you retorted.
"Hmmm I don't know about that, because not too long ago if i remember I was about to be attacked"
"Whatever" you relented and gave him a peck on the lips
Without parting too far you looked him in the eye with so much adoration and softly whispered "Thank you truly."
thinking about how much of a tease keeho is. you walk past him and he'll make a big deal of doing a double take in looking at you, shamelessly looking you up and down too with an exaggerated shocked look on his face. and if he's really feeling it, he'll smack your ass hard. he's so funny because he'll do all that and look at you as if it's your fault.
"boy, don't blame me, it's not my fault you're walking around looking like that," he'll say with an uncaring shrug, leaning in and pecking your neck, hand still heavy on your jaw, "also, the fact you're all mine, i gotta show my appreciation sometimes,"
"by smacking my ass? how chivalrous," you scoff, making him tap your jaw with his thumb, a smirk on his handsome face.
"i just love how it still flusters you even though i've been doing it the moment we started dating," he leans in for one more sensual kiss, even going as far to lightly bite your earlobe before pulling away completely. hands are at his own sides and he's refocusing on what he was doing before you sooo rudelytook his attention away from it.
then he acts like he wasn't just being all handsy with you. a real teasing piece of shit (affectionate).
AN: First fic. Yippee! So this was actually supposed to be a bit longer but I forgot what I had planned to write and got really busy. Anyways hope you enjoy!
The storm raged on outside snow piling up by the second. Both you and Jongho had made plans a few weeks ago to have a date night. It had been a while since you both had gone out to spend quality time. You were starting to miss him and just wanted to have a moment to truly soak in his presence.
However the weather really decided that today would not be your day. You had planned and acted out so many different scenarios just for tonight to be perfect.
You were even more so dissapointed since you really wanted to show up as a good boyfriend and spoil Jongho for once.
"You know, staring at the door won't make the storm stop"
At the sound of his voice you turned around, just to find him already undressing from the thick bundle of coats.
"Are you sure because i believe if I try hard enough it will suddenly become sunny with a double rainbow in the horizon"
"Alright sarcasm has been noted" he exhaled, when you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrapp around your waist.
"Ok handsome, i know you were really excited to go out but im sure we can make do with whatever we have at home" Jongho being the rational and reasonable one had suggested
"Hmmm fine but i want to make the planning and setting up ok?
You've been working so hard recently and well i just wanted to feel like the number 1 boyfriend and shower you with love" you turned around in his arms and looked him in the eyes. Staring him down untill he sighed and agreed with reluctance.
"Fine"
At his admission your face split into a grin and with the close proximity you cupped his face and gave him a messy kiss on the cheeks.
"HEY"
"Love you too" you cheekily laughed as you made your way to prep dinner.
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